Paroles de Track 1

Greetings people
You’re now rockin’ with the best
Hub city’s threat
Minor of the year
K.dot
I know the hood’s been waitin’, right
I’mma stop being stingy
I’mma share with y’all

Whoever thought young kendrick would spit so ignorant
Make street disciples go and get a membership
Streets revival like creflo dollar hustlin’ on the strip
This is church
Advise you to purchase it or copy the worst
Y’all rhymes sloppy, i rhyme properly
I jam pack monopoly dollars by puttin’ 100% in every verse
Add 10% more and what to you get
A skinny nigga manipulatin’ the innocent
I have no sense, ever since the rodney king riots

Mind militant, nigga don’t try it
Try to hold the peace, for i promote violence
Y’all don’t rap
Y’all make a lotta noise like sirens
So i’m here to shut shit down
The four pound decorate your city
Make over your town
I’m not diddy, but still a bad boy
‘til the reaper come get me, follow me now
Where no man has stepped, no man has repped
No man can withstand all the nights i’ve slept
Under my sheets, no life, thinkin’ ’bout death
Fuckin’ with me, you just might lose your breath
I’ll take you to them pearly gates
Them golden streets
Plus a cute little casket so your body can sleep
The hub city shit is me

Do you believe
It’s kendrick the god